Down trodden;
Under hoof;
From the Earth;
We are birthed;
All night, all day;
Our ponies slave away;
We work the soil; plough the land;
Give it life; make it grand;
Out strength is unrivalled;
Steady as a rock;
You watch us work;
Only stop to mock;
You think us weak;
You point;
You laugh;
And then they fly away;
And leave us on this summer’s day;
But then come the unicorns;
Mighty and proud;
Their heads held high, they barely stop to trot;
They walk us past; without a nod;
They think us nothing;
They think us weak;
Without their magic;
They would surely be meek;
Thus they leave us; to work our land;
Thinking us all too bland;
But we do not rise;
We do not speak;
For we know we are not weak;
For the Earth we are;
For the Earth we stay;
We work and toil; every day;
Earth Ponies; we work away;
For we know the truth;
And without us;
They will surely pay;